Synopsis:

And I would know.
As the only woman in a squad of firefighters,
They call me T-Rex.

I’m fierce, fearless and I get the job done.

I’ve got a past that hurt me, nearly destroyed me.
Who doesn’t?
But I’m no damsel in distress…
I fight my own battles, my own wars and my own fires.

Now I’m sizzling for my lieutenant, Joe Murphy, and that’s one fire I don’t want to put out.
But it’s a complicated situation. A hot and wild situation.
When things spiral out of control should I fight for the new life I was trying to build . . . or just let it burn?

Excerpt:

Why the hell did you let me kiss you that night?”

I purse my lips. “I don’t know.”

“You. Don’t. Know.” He says it again without the dramatic pauses, “You don’t know.”

“Nope.” Why the hell am I lying? What the hell is wrong with me?

He turns to me with an infuriated expression and dark, angry eyes. I know it’s messed up but I think he looks hot. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss him and now that he’s sitting in front of me every one of my nerve endings are on fire. He just looks so damn good.

What the hell is happening to me? I just took a shower, dried off, and now I’m wet between my legs. I want to climb his tree, butter his biscuit, and ride him like a stallion … all at the same time. Good Lord.

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his sexy knees. A second later he rips off his leather jacket, and as he pulls it off his sleeve pushes up and I see the edge of a tat. My nipples get hard. I swear they do.

“Okay, McNeill. Here’s the thing. Have you read the Station Book of Rules and Regulations? There’s a rule about fraternization on page twenty-eight.”

He’s staring straight ahead, but he shakes his head and slaps his knees. “Okay then, so whatever happened between us night before last, let’s just pretend that it never happened okay?”

“Sure,” I say.

“You stay away from me, and I’ll stay away from you.”

“Right,” I agree while pressing my thighs together and wondering if I have a pair of clean panties. I hope so because the ones I’m wearing are getting wetter and will definitely need to be changed.

“Yeah. I guess so,” I reply in a low voice as I rest my hand on his thigh. Damn his thigh is hard as a rock. I’m surprised but pleased that he doesn’t push my hand away.

His gaze drops down to where my hand is placed and he lets out a long breath. “And I’m not going to kiss you, even though I knew you really liked it when I did, but I’m sorry … no can do.”

I want to laugh at that one, and how insincere he sounds, but I can’t because I’m too busy trying to keep my panties from combusting. I’m pretty sure they’re my only clean pair.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you liked it too.” As I spread and tighten my fingers over his leg, I swear the heat rising up from him is burning my hand.

My thighs are actually quivering. I look down to observe the phenomenon. I’m pretty sure they’ve never done that before. So to test them I rise up, swing my leg over and shift until I’m straddling Lieutenant Joe Murphy. When I fully sink down onto his lap I receive the information that maybe he likes me being there.

“Oh God,” he moans with a dizzy look like he’s going to pass out. “What are you doing?”

Leaning in, I whisper in his ear. “Sitting on you. I like how this feels.” I wiggle and sink farther into his lap.

He nods, closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, I swear I see fire.

“What do you want?” he asks, his hands resting on my hips.

“How about just a kiss? Kind of to test things out again,” I whisper as I place a hand on either side of his face and pull him toward me.

When our lips meet this time I’m the one kissing him and I kiss him like I mean business. I put my heart and soul into this kiss, my lips consuming his breath, his heartbeat, his heat. I feel his grip on me tighten as he presses his fingers into my flesh. I moan long and deep when he pulls me down over where he’s hard for me. Damn, like everything about him, he’s big. So big.

About the Author: Ruth Clampett is a 21st century woman, aspiring to be Wonder Woman…now if she could only find her cape and magic lasso. Meanwhile she’s juggling motherhood, a full-time job running her own art business, and writing romance late at night. Travel is her second obsession after writing, and it’s enabled her to meet reader and writer friends all over the world. She’s happily frazzled, and wouldn’t change a thing about her crazy life.